Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
20s AU Post
Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION
THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.
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He stops in his tracks, not turning around. When he speaks again, it's through clenched teeth. ]
Where is it?
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[Alucard trusted her with that information, and it was better anyway. It meant that Trevor would have a harder time trying to force it out, as Alucard was far too likely to give in or snap out the location after a fight.]
How bad is the detoxification right now?
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[ He catches himself. He's not confident enough in who he's talking to to use a name. The armoury, then, and the consecrated wine there. He'll just have to avoid vomiting on Alucard.
Alucard, right. That's who this is. He sets off. ]
Shit, I don't go around hiding your blood in out of the way places.
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Alcohol is technically not an absolute requirement for one's survival, although I understand the point you're attempting to make. The alcohol helps.
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[ It's not as much of an exaggeration as it should be. He can't hold his whip in shaking hands. He can't hold a pen, either, and the work of this uncertain peacetime needs both. Needs him to be able to get at least a few hours sleep, too. Needs him to remember who he's talking to for more than a few minutes at a time. Fuck, a bad case of bottleache was why he'd got clumsy enough to let Damien catch him in the first place.
He doesn't like going to the 'work' part of the house while ready for bed, and it's only the danger that Sypha's show might end and she might come to join them that keeps him from completely redressing to go back there. It's an emergency, he reasons with himself, as he makes his way there. ]
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Still, the three of them are in a terribly fragile place, and to end it over this seems a sin of sorts.
Finally, Alucard settles on what to say.]
If you can wait until her show ends, I'll ask for the bottle. For now, I concur with your point. I'm also not going to harp on you about the matter being destructive. You already know that.
[There's a but that goes unsaid.]
Whenever you want to try to put it aside though, please tell us.
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[ He half considers going to the armoury anyway. The sooner he can be right again, the better. But it's only half an hour. Half an hour's more waiting, and he'll be able to look his grandmothers in the eyes because he won't have used consecrated wine just to keep his head in order.
He doesn't head back to bed, but he doesn't keep going either. He just leans against the wall and slumps down to the ground, clenching and releasing his hands. ]
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With Trevor slumped on the ground, Alucard does the only logical thing: he sits down beside the Belmont. Doesn't touch him, doesn't do anything more than sit in quiet companionship.]
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[ It's rare for him to complain about anything being painful. About everything else under the sun, yes, but almost never about pain. Now he's still again, the shaking starts proper. Not just his hands, but his whole body. It's too fucking hot but here he is, shivering.
His eyes aren't quite focused. ]
I know you don't care for the rum ration. But we're not like you. We couldn't do this without it. They'd run out of bullets for deserters within the hour if they took it away.
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Alucard reaches over, placing his hand over Trevor's. He doesn't interlace their fingers, not yet, but he keeps his hand against the other in the hope that it might help. Somehow.]
Do you think that it's only the rum that keeps you from deserting?
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[ The laugh is rough, bitter, but there's a warmth to it. A fondness. ]
Fuck your story. I'm here because I've not been called home yet. The rum's keeping me here and breathing.
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[But in there is a question worth knowing the real answer to.]
Where is home, these days?
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[ He has to think about that one, then shakes his head. ]
-shit, you'd hate it here. More than you'd hate the hold. Everything's written down. What isn't written, they put on those records you don't like. Or take photographs of. Everyone's going about flaunting their status. It's-
-I don't know where I'll go, once this is done and they decide to be rid of me.
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And if they decide they never want to be rid of you?
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[ His shoulders slump, but he's smiling. ]
I don't know what I'll do, once this is over. But I'm glad it will be. They don't deserve any of this.
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[Alucard kisses the top of Trevor's head. It's the easiest thing within reach to kiss.]
They love you. And they know you'll be with them for years.
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[ He slumps to the side at the kiss, leaning against Arn. ]
I sound pathetic, don’t I? Selfish. ‘I don’t want to do my work, I just want to laze around and be safe and have them both fawn over me’.
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I was only referring to that second part, Trevor. The work....that's tiring for them too, you know. That part can't be over fast enough.
[He kisses that spot again, then nuzzles it softly.]
You're in love. You can be selfish. But you can't be destructive to yourself.
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In- shit. I am, aren't I? [ There's a warmth to it, a real, rare note of wistful contentment. ]
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Alucard keeps at what he is doing. Anything to make Trevor stay in this state. Anything to make him sound this warm.]
There are two hearts in your hands now. Take care.
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[ It still hurts. He’s still useless, his hands too unsteady to do anything worthwhile, head pounding and throat dry. He can’t quite keep track of where he is. When he is. But it’s nice. Arn’s already judged him and found him wanting. Already gone. There’s a freedom to it, talking to someone who can’t think any less of you, having something so broken that it can’t break further. He can talk and know that none of it matters. None of it’s even real, and even if it were it wouldn’t change anything.
He just talks. More freely than he has since coming here, is far less coherently. About Alucard and Sypha. About how terrifying the situation is. About boarding houses across europe. About the mud, and about weighing the indignity of shaving his head against not having to worry about getting lice from the other men. And about- ]
-She’s not written. I don’t know why she’s not written. To call me back home. To send the rest of the family here to help. Shit, not even to show us how the pups are growing.
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[Right now, only Alucard knows how ironic the statement is. It's why he says it, and why there's a faint smile in his voice.
It is a wonder to hear Trevor speak without care though. Not just because it is the rare opportunity to hear him unfiltered, but to really understand what matters in his mind. The statements about Sypha are agreed with softly, Alucard remains quiet about himself, and all throughout the journey to America, he nods along.
It isn't until the matter of the Belmonts come up that Alucard is truly concerned.
Shit.]
New address. Has to travel across the entire Atlantic now.
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[ He's running out of steam, still shaking, but voice slowing. He's not falling asleep, more going still and unresponsive. His weight is entirely against Alucard now, face buried in his chest. It doesn't feel like the cloth of speaker robes, but it's still there. There to babble into, the way he used to do when he was too drunk.
Just now he's too sober. ]
I'm tired, Arn. I wouldn't be seeing you if I wasn't tired. It's easier, being close to them. But then it's harder, knowing I'm going to fuck it all up. I've not had so much to lose since we last spoke.
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[Alucard can't know what this mirrors, not in any meaningful way. All he knows is that this is a ritual, a letting go, a catharsis that isn't meant for him. Not really, not in any meaningful way. He's wearing the mask of another man, and in that, he's gotten to know Trevor perhaps more than Trevor would ever allow for in usual circumstances.]
You need to sleep, Trevor. The outlook will be better in the morning. And there will be less worry too.
[Alucard kisses the top of Trevor's head.]
You won't lose it.
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[ He sighs, shaking his head, but remains settled. ]
I can rest. Stay here, until my head stops fucking with me. Good enough?
[ ...there's a compromise he'd never make normally. ]
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